This is my rock bottom. I don’t know how it could get worse. I start selling organs that I have two of? I find out I was a hermaphrodite that my parents decided to render female surgically at birth? I start a campaign to legalize the worship of Ru Paul in public schools?
I AM THE SADNESS OF RAY CHARLES EMBODIED IN A HUMAN BEING
I’m avoiding the department until my heart is, once again, a dessicated killing machine.
Dead to me
muerto a mi
DEAAAAAAAD TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GET MANHANDLED BY DICKS
UGH JUST BECOME A MATADOR OF DICKS THAT IS THEN PIERCED BY DICKS
STAR ON AMERICA’S NEXT TOP DICK
I have literally only drunk beer and almond milk for days. Oprah will be contacting me soon for a book deal. “the sadness diet”
